Nodding her head "Your friendship is always a pleasure to have.

Hearing the others not wishing to step up to the position of being leader and with anyone's feathers being ruffled  it was a wise move.
"It would be best if you did.  I will be out communing with the Nature. looking at him "When do you plan to head South?

"We shall leave at first light," replies Radagast to Lady Isile. "I must make sure the others are on their way, and I have a few things to attend to around here."

"Those of you who have companions that can fly, might it be possible for them to scout the forest from above to look for signs of these orcs?"

        Upon hearing the Brown Wizards words, Haldir humbly replies . . .

        "Tis easier said than done, but so shalt it be Maester Radagast!"

        As soon as Stings order has been taken, his meal cooked in butter, and
the repast consumed, Haldir asks his companion to fly South and attempt to seek
out the Orcs whose trail they had spotted earlier on the Old Forest Road.  Most
importantly he asks Sting to take note of the Orcs exact location, as well as
paying close attention to whatever they appeared to be doing, then promptly return
to the Red Leaf Inn by early morning  . . .

        Having finished his meal, Sting readily agrees to his Elven Compan-
ions request.  The Pseudodragon easily hops onto Haldir's shoulder as he rises
to his feet.  The Rangers heads to the Inn's exit, opens the door, and heads
outside.  Once outside the Inn, Haldir's faithful companion flaps his wings as he
launches himself high into the ether above, then proceeds to fly South in order
to possibly locate and ascertain the objective of the Orcs whose tracks they had
spotted earlier in the day . . .

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Wren gave the mage an uncertain glance as he stepped into their midst again.  She certainly felt more at ease with the one who'd commissioned them for the line of work at the helm. Sensing no objection from the rest, Wren was content to nod to the mage's words, and slowly got to her feet.  "Then we have some time, yet." It seemed that they were going to be dealing with the orc party - which didn't bother her nearly as much somehow now that Radagast himself was inclined to do it.

Wren yawned gently, and turned to glance to the dwarf. "In the meantime, we could take the time to practice. I also prefer to fight without weapons, but I've never seen a dwarf move the way I can - no offense."

In reply to Wren (msg # 49):

"Oh, none taken, ma'am." Borun smiled amiably. "Our order is yet small, and most of us remain close to the Iron Hills."

Borun glanced at Radagast, then back to Wren. "Perhaps we do have some time for a sparring bout."

Borun stepped outside to find a clear space next to the inn.

"I shall take to the skies myself, crow or eagle, sparrow or finch, whatever form will arouse the least attention," Gwyn volunteered at Radagast's request.

Wren glanced to Gwyn as she spoke. "That's a neat trick. You're a shapeshifter, then? I'd heard stories, but never met one of you before. That'd be a sight to see." She cracked a grin, then looked the table over. "I'll not keep Borun waiting, I suppose. I wouldn't want him to get bored, waiting for me, though. If any of you want to watch, come along." she invited, before striding out of the inn proper, and after Borun, out onto the road proper.

She paused to survey the forested landscape near the inn - a high and flat road above a downward slope to a babbling brook filled with water-worn smooth rocks and a steady flow of clean water.  The wood-post fence bordering the inn itself  wast about as high as the dwarf was tall, and within, a stone well to fetch water, the stables, and several large, singular trees left standing. Beyond the clearing the dense foliage would make movement a challenge - well, a challenge for all but the most adept.

"I'm sure we're both fairly dangerous, but in the interest of safety, let's not go all-out. I've a feeling this is more a handicap to me than you, but I'm used to such odds. I will warn you I don't pull my punches, though."

She stood up from her chair and her little black bird darted right under her hair.  Hiding from all wondering eyes to see it or as if it was not wanting to go South to check the Orcs.

"I shall return when I receive a answer. not directing it to anyone in particular.

Lady Isilë watched them walk out before her and then she followed out.  Once outside she spoke some Arcane words and her body shimmered for a moment then began to shrink changing into that of a magnificent bird of prey with dark feathers save for those on its head, which are pure white. (Eagle) Taking flight into the deeper parts of the woods to speak with Nature.

In reply to Wren (msg # 52):

"You wish to fight in the undergrowth?" Borun looked askance at Wren. "Let's stay in the flat area near the inn." However if Wren insisted on sparring in the overgrown area, Borun would gracefully consent.

Borun acknowledged Wren's request for non-lethal techniques. "Certainly, I shall not attempt to maim or harm, and I understand that you shall do the same."

"Hmm?" Came her response as she looked back to her opponent. "I was not suggesting we fight in the forest depths, but one should be aware of their surroundings. One thing I've learned of battle - there are no rules. You win, or you die." She shrugged her slim shoulders gently at that comment. "But, an agreement is a different sort of thing entirely. Come, then." She invited, taking a couple of smooth steps backward down the flat of the road, putting about thirty feet between them as she flicked her left arm. A flowing sash rose from her side smoothly - when exactly had she tied its end to her wrist?

28 Initiative

In reply to Wren (msg # 55):

Despite Borun's preternatural agility, the young woman was even faster.

OOC: Initiative 27

Wren held for just a moment as the dwarf put himself into a combat stance, but she didn't seem to adopt a battle stance of any formal style he was familiar with, offhand. In fact, she seemed to just be waiting for a moment. But once he was ready, she rushed forward, though, strikingly, she veered to his left at the last moment, her spring flowing into a clockwise twirl as the end of the sash on her left arm flared out - the end was weighted, and she was swinging it low even for a dwarf, aimed with momentum enough to swing all the way about his ankle unaddressed.

Charging, substituting a Trip attempt for an attack, if you're successfully tripped, you provoke one AoO for being tripped (Greater Trip) and you provoke me by falling prone next to me (Vicious Stomp), meaning I can make two AoO's on you if you fall.

16:45, Today: Wren rolled 29 using 1d20+19. Charge+Trip+CMB.

In reply to Wren (msg # 57):

Although Borun had not seen a opponent wielding a sash before, he recognized the move for what it was, and he calmly stepped over the weapon as it swished at his ankles.

OOC: You failed on the CMB

Let's test her defences Borun thought.

Swift: Activate arcane strike
Flurry of blows
Stunning Fist on the first attack
If the Stunning Fist works, Medusa's Wrath will activate

First attack: 29
If this attack hits, you will need to make a Fortitude save, DC 22
If you fail this save, you become stunned, and your Dex and AC will drop against the remainder of the attacks.

Second attack: 20
Third attack: 16
Fourth attack: 24

IMMEDIATE ACTION: Snake Style Feat - Use Sense Motive Check as AC -

17:09, Today: Wren rolled 36 using 1d20+24. Sense Motive (Snake Style AC).

Miss, Miss, Miss, Miss

As the dwarf braced himself to deliver the stunning blow, he gave himself away to the half-blood's discerning eyes, and she bounded back with a graceful tumble just narrowly out of the reach of his rampaging blows. A mischievous and almost playful smile delighted her features as he failed to land his blow. Springing back to open up a small gap between them, she flared her sash behind her, masking her movements as she pulled away from him. And she laughed, she was enjoying this!

Moving away from you 10 feet, provoking an AoO for moving out of threatened area (Mobility AC 34) and using a Standard Action to Feint against you

17:16, Today: Wren rolled 40 using 1d20+24. Feint.

40 VS either 10+wis mod or 10+sense motive bonus if its trained

Borun missed the nimble rogue again as she skipped away.

OOC: You easily beat my base attack plus Wis. Actually you would beat it by rolling a 1.

Borun almost overbalanced as he misread Wren's next move. Fortunately he had fought such devious opponents before and he had a contingency plan. Borun stepped back and cast a spell. His appearance changed to become blurry, making it more difficult for Wren to strike him.

Casting Blur

While Wren and Borun sparred, Lady Isile and Gwyn went about their information gathering tasks. Haldir's companion had taken to the sky, too, and was scouting.

Haldir decided to watch the sparring match until Sting returns.

After an hour and a half Lady Isilë returns back to the inn, her clothing still looking immaculate even after traveling in the woods.

Looking for those that are considered Keepers of Olvar she waits for all to join her before speaking of what she found out, plus she wanted to speak with Gwynhwyfar as well for she was able to travel great distance quickly.

You can keep posting interaction in the inn... or continue it on the road.


<b>NEXT DAY...<b>

First light, also known as false dawn, comes soon enough. Radagast was already up when the rest awake. He offers a tasty porridge flavored with spices and fresh baked bread. The smell of the latter is probably what woke everyone.

Once everyone (that wants to) has eaten a hearty breakfast, Radagast leads them outside. He has a sled pulled by six Rhosgobel Rabbits, quite large rabbits nearly the size of a medium-sized dog. They are contentedly grazing on the grass outside the inn.

"Would any of you like to take point?" he asks.

Borun rose early the following morning and began with his customary meditation. He proceeded into the main hall to see a few of the others already eating, with lashings of fine porridge and bread all around.

He greeted the other diners and sat down at a table, helping himself to a large bowl. He nodded in appreciation at the wholesome flavour.

After breakfast, Borun accompanied the others outside the inn and was surprised to see the enormous rabbits. He approached one cautiously. Seeing that it did not threaten him, nor was it afraid, he petted the animal.

Borun listened to Master Radagast and replied, "I am happy to take point."

Summoning Bain from the woods where he had undoubtedly found a stag to sate his hunger. Gwyn took a seat in her special side saddle and waited for the group to be ready to depart.

<Next Day>

Wren had stayed  up somewhat late, and had risen early enough, but spent more than a little time alone in the early morning before finally emerging from her room and the inn to join the others out front. She does take Radagast up on his offer of breakfast.

Once she sees the sled and rabbits of all things, she raises a brow and glances to Borun as he offers to take point. "I'll join you, if you don't mind."

At that, she vaulted against a nearby tree, smoothly seeming to flow around the barked surface to perch on a branch not far above their heads, hand against the trees's trunk, glancing down at them. "Keep an eye from above, safer that way."

Borun looked up at Wren. "Certainly, we can both maintain a lookout."

The morning was welcomed and the room she had was not the best but it was better than sleeping on the ground without any grass for comfort.

Making her way downstairs to the main room she took a seat and took a plate half full of food and some goat milk to drink afterwards.  As the party was informed of the Orcs she too confirmed the location and how many.

Then she was ready to leave, all her belongs were tightly in her backpack.

Out side the small black bird started to fly around but keeping a close eye on the miniature Dragon

      After having rested in the barn for several hours, the Pseudodragon and his
companion make their way out into the area in front of the Red Leaf Inn.  The Ranger's friend stretches its wings by flapping them furiously for twenty seconds.

      Sitting atop Haldir's shoulder, Sting looks longingly at the the small black
bird flying above as its drool drips down onto his friends chest . . .

      Haldir adds his voice to that of Borun's . . .

      "I too am most proficient in the arts O' stealth, scouting, and tracking!"

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